Author Gaby Soutar

Just as we round the final corner, our pithivier skids to the left.   “Nooooo!”, I screech, checking all the other precious cargo that’s stacked up on my lap and wedged into the...

  I’m a shady type.   In the summer, there’s no wandering around to look for the perfect hot spot.   You’ll find me lurking behind the shed, dodging the rays as if I’m...

    Face down in syrup isn’t the worst way to go.   When I reviewed this place on its opening three years ago, I mentioned the prevailing rescue advice of administering sugar in...

  We had a family birthday conference on Zoom recently.   As it wrapped up, the subject inevitably turned to what everyone was going to have for dinner.   The others’ teas all...

  A perfect paper-weight of a glacier.   It’s been a while since I had a negroni.   After choosing this cocktail (£9) as part of a delivery from Edinburgh restaurant, Le Roi...

  The collage of printed menus spelt TAKEAWAY.   It was hard to see inside, because there were so many of them taped to the window.   I’m finding it tricky to rate...

  Under lockdown, our favourite restaurants’ takeaway offerings seem to fall into a couple of groups. They either want to treat you like the princess/prince/poodle you most blatantly are, by helping...

  We didn’t have a working doorbell until last year.   There was no need, since nobody ever dropped by unexpectedly and I rarely shopped online or ordered takeaway.   If anyone...

  In the greenhouse, the sofas may be empty, but apricot blossoms have appeared, like white lace cuffs, on the edges of branches.   The staff pollinated these earlier in the year with goose...

  My sister should have called her baby Zeppole.   While pregnant she got hooked on this venue’s cinnamon and sugar-powdered doughnuts. Anyway, my nephew isn’t named after an Italian...